Lyrics:
I say
I've seen it from L.A. to the sunny M.I.A.
Up there in New York City, back to the Bay
One fact still remains
Hoes. Be. Trifling
But I respect
bitch, real niggas follow (uh)
I got niggas from New York To Chicago
Bitch playing but we make him not though (Blow)
Putting in work cus i'm back on my
get smacked, show no love
Crush ya team like the bear hug
The Infamous'll do dirt, dead as smear like mud
New York new get-it-greens, I feel no
los ángeles, tengo el toque bendito
No me moleste (ayo)
Los vuelvo fans de New York, todos quieren andar como este (yo)
I can write rhymes in my
a tune up
I heard ya new shit get ya tunes up
Niggas ain't built like me get ya groove up
Julio smooth she saying that I'm smoother
Heart on froze left
all my stuff
"I'm going back to new york city I do believe I've had enough"
fish from the funky fish tanks
I'll sell my house, sell my car, and I'll sell all my stuff
"I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had
draft
Rush Limbaugh autograph her left titty
New York, New York, man, we bigger than the buildings (yeah)
Do it for the love of the art
draft
Rush Limbaugh autograph her left titty
New York, New York, man, we bigger than the buildings (yeah)
Do it for the love of the art
to the recreational cent'a
I got it wrapped y'all from the grammys to the back park
Short dog y'all, what you thought y'all, Oakland, Bk, New york y'all
Be the voice
Short dog y'all, what you thought y'all, Oakland, Bk, New york y'all
Be the voice for the streets we supply for years
And go platinum on our most quiet
New York that I could rep it from a different region
Slay heffers, Ottomanelli's got 'em in telly's
We eat good, Turkish cuisine, Ottoman belly's
We
bitch
I just found out they hating
My car mounted up, I'm skating
In New York, at Ace's
All this green, I'm racist
Bitch, I got them faces
Louis Vuitton
You’re up on the dance floor, shaking like a queen,
throwing all your shapes, yeah you know what I mean,
yeah you’ve gone to New York
[ KM.G ]
Yo, this is somethin new by notorious-ass Above the Law
In the motherfuckin place
The Illustrator KM.G
Yo 187, you gotta let em know what's
what you thought y'all, Oakland, Bk, New york
y'all
Be the voice for the streets we supply for years
And go platinum on our most quiet years
to hi
I'll cut your grass just so i could stop by
You in the projects ok well i tried
I'll mop them pissy hallways wait i lied
Matter fact you can just
[Chorus] 4X
[Ghostface]
Yo I'm bent out three days two nights yo I'm spent out
One hell of a cruise New York got they hand out
Like I owe somethin,
like this
Well, I really only stepped inside to vary my routine
You see, I read about this discotheque
In New York Magazine
(Hey Baby,
What's your
to find the groove, eyesight to the blind
I met her on the corner, down by first avenue
A lost and knowing daughter, I didn't have a clue
She asked what I
(C'mon)
New York
(C'mon)
Detroit
(C'mon)
C'mon down
Miami
(C'mon)
L A
(C'mon)
Vegas
(C'mon)
C'mon down
Boston
(C'mon)
Tucson
(C'mon)
Long Island
(C'mon)
Duval to New York city
You ever wonder why it's called the projects?
Picture the statue of liberty in a thot dress
I leave you all to your thoughts
a law, we gon' ride strapped, bitch
We be 'bout that beef, fuck that rap shit
And free my nigga Meek, I'm on my Philly shit
And my New York bitch from
court
For an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport
New York
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in hand, cause man
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